Queer Eye encounters

[chelseagirl]

I posted a version of this to a list a number of my LJ buddies are on; apologies to those for whom this is a duplication (This one's revised and ever-so-slightly wittier, fwiw.) For those who haven't met him, imagine M.'s dialogue in a London accent:

I dropped by to see M. at Evil Chain Restaurant yesterday afternoon, since he was going to be closing at work (getting out after 2 am), and I was passing by on my way between work and my next errand.

When he got in last night, I woke up as, alas, I always do, and he said, "I forgot to tell you, but the young guy from Queer Eye was there when you stopped in yesterday."

"Uh, the young guy?" 'Cause none of them are *ancient* exactly.

"You know. The culture guy. He was sitting right behind you."

"*Jai* was in the restaurant and you didn't tell me? *Bad* M.!"

"Sorry -- you popped in so quickly; I didn't think 'til you'd gone."

*pause*

"Wait. Jai -- the Culture Guy -- was in . . . the Olive Garden." (So now you know Evil Chain Restaurant's secret identity.)

"Yeah."

"That is just *sooo* wrong."

"Innit, though?"

I mean, yeah, it's Chelsea, NYC's hot gay neighborhood (half the places they go shopping on the show are mere blocks our apartment), but . . . Jai. Mister Culture. In the Olive Frickin' Garden, the ultimate in suburban mall restaurants.

As long as Ted the Food Guy never shows up.

Comments

[teenygozer.livejournal.com]

Heh. As you have no doubt noticed, I rework Salon posts for LJ all the time: I mean, why not? One's anecdotes usually get more tightly-written and therefore funnier when edited, and I don't know about you, I tend remember more of the amusing details and embellishments. Plus, it's easier to write to friends then transfer the words over, I find writing on LJ incredibly difficult.

I don't mind Jai in the Evil Carb Palace, I mean he may have been there with a klewless relative or something, right? Mama dragged him there to have lunch with Aunt Sylvie or something. He's such a dear little sweetie, I'm sure he's easy to manipulate by whiney mothers and aunts. But yeah, Ted at the Dispensers of Cheapo Pasta and Even Cheaper Tomato Sauce and Don't Get Me Started On The Crap Olive Oil They Use would have been too wrong. He should not go there, even if his mother tried to drag him. Not that I'd have stopped watching Queer Eye even if he did.

[chelseagirl.livejournal.com]

Was just on the phone with G., my friend with all the fine dining connections (husband is major chef, best bud works for the James Beard Foundation, etc.) -- I'm telling her this story and she's going "Oh Jai! The cute one!" Then dead silence as it sunk in *where* M. had seen him . . . .

We decided it was a bloody shame M. hadn't been thinking quickly -- he could have used it as blackmail to get on the show! ("My wife won't post on the Internet that I saw you here if Thom redoes our apartment . . . ") Actually M. can dress (though he doesn't usually bother) and can cook, so it's mostly Thom's talents we're after.

[nycdeb.livejournal.com]

Actually M. can dress (though he doesn't usually bother) and can cook, so it's mostly Thom's talents we're after.

which leaves Ted free to spend QUALITY time with me :-)